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Street 251 springs in
to life early every day; indeed it never is quiet. The boy with the hand-cart
is a recycler.
He goes through rubbish that has been dumped and to collect or buy from
neighbours.

Good Morning
Takhmau- 11 July 2017, 6.20 am

Welcome to
Street 251, Takhmau – Kampong Samnanh Sangkhat.It’s a small road.We have lived here for 17 years.It is the place where I have lived longest in
my life, for more than last third of my 42 year career in human resources
management; overseas development, and human rights.

Back Row Left to right:Cousin, Oldest Brother, My Wife, her late Mother (RIP), "Bad Boy" Father

Front Row: Enterprising Brother; Quiet One, Errant
One.

A recent blog explained why I have had to accept that
sometimes your best is not good enough. But I keep on trying regardless.

Usually I refer to policy matters and aspects of Cambodian
Society at the macro-level in the hope of helping to influence change for the
better.

Equally though it applies at the micro-level, at home and in
the neighbourhood, both being exact microcosms of Cambodia, its wider society,
with its intoxicating mix of blessings and ills.

Back in 1998, my first home in Cambodia was near Wat Langka, Phnom Penh. One day I came home and a boy was beating his sister. Their mother and older sister, both well-educated, were unperturbed and laughed when I remonstrated. I had to let the incident pass due to not speaking the Khmer language.